Saint's Sacrament - Sins of the Father by Tiana Laveen Read Free Book Online Page A

you get past the lower thigh, things are like they were above the neck, they are even, but the middle, that is where your heart and many of the chakras exist. From the neck up and from the lower thigh down, you two are equal. This means you both have the same capacity for intelligence!” He pointed to his forehead. “And you both can walk the same path!” He pointed to his leg. “We need one another, to fit. We are sick without each other. Everything in us is programmed to cure, if we are spiritually healthy. There is nothing we can be afflicted with, that cannot be cured from the Earth; we just haven’t found all of the cures yet. And not to go off on another tangent, sometimes we actually have, but medical and pharmaceutical greed has forced us to not provide it!”
    Applause dotted the audience.
    “Some women say they have a headache to try and get out of sex.” He smirked. “That’s when they should be getting laid! We can fuck that headache right the hell away.”
    Laughter rang out.
    “Now, let’s bring this full circle. I brought up Christianity for another reason, a reason that makes some Christians angry.” He paced the stage, casually looked down at his slowly moving feet and shook his finger in the air at no one in particular. “That is, the story of Jesus and Mary Magdalene. This ties right into opposites attracting, which I spoke of earlier. A romance that was thrown under the rug, buried. Tell me, what was Mary Magdalene’s occupation?”
    Several men yelled out : “Prostitute!”
    “That’ s right. She was a paid whore. She had sex with many men on a daily basis. Her vagina was a portal for menfolk from all walks of life, men who could afford her services because, you see, back then,” he ran his finger briefly under his eye, “prostitution was something only the wealthy and upper middle class could afford. None of that ten dollar blowjob shit we have out here now on the streets. The prostitutes now are, more times than not, strung out on something, so they will sell their souls to the lowest bidder. Not Mary Magdalene.” He grinned, stopped walking and crossed his arms.
    “... And she was beautiful. The type of beauty that would stop a mothafucka cold in his tracks. Men would drop at this woman’s feet. She was fine, stunning! Think of one of the most gorgeous women you’ve ever seen, and imagine that same woman being a prostitute.” He winked.
    “ I had a discussion with a friend of mine. He is a minister, a Christian, Baptist minister—wonderful man—and he was really pissed off that I said that Mary and Jesus were married. I told him flat out, over dinner one evening. Sorry,” Saint shrugged nonchalantly, “that’s what I believe. My exploration shows me that yes, this man existed, and that he not only was a representation of purity, he did have the power to heal. It was real. I believe in that.” Saint was certain to not go into his own life, and how he, too, was a healer. As open as he was,  some secrets were meant to stay buried, and some crosses were only his to bear. “So many people are uncomfortable with imagining Jesus making love. Jesus having sex, enjoying sex, and with a whore at that! She wasn’t when he got done with her. He made her his woman! He turned that whore into a housewife! ” Applause broke out as almost the entire room leapt to their feet.
    “ And you know what he turned and did, gentlemen?” His eyes narrowed.
    “He healed that tramp, cleaned her of her demons, seven of them!” His voice boomed. “Is that a coincidence? We have seven chakras in our damn body! They can hold angels and demons! In your Bibles, Christians, it clearly says in the Book of Luke, chapter eight verse two of the King James version…” Saint said, his voice going a few notches louder. Many said the verse right along with him: “Now after He had risen early on the first day of the week, He first appeared to Mary Magdalene, from whom He had cast out seven demons!”